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The 50-Word Vignette Challenge

My feet remember this path, this land. Something inside me stirs and reaches for memory so old I know it doesn't belong to me; it rouses in my blood and bones, in my soul, speaking to me from the deep past of this sacred place. I have been here before ...

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And the parachute skirt reminds me of a particularly voluminous skirt I wore to work many years back. One of my friends and work colleagues exclaimed, 'Let's throw Jenny out the window and see if she floats!'

I was about two. I remember falling & my daddy catching me. I remember being a bit older & sitting on the wall in front of the privet hedge waiting for him to come home on leave. The war was over but he had yet to be de-mobbed.

PS: Your vignette is lovely - but you knew I'd like it... ;) My feet remember this path, this land...

“what is your earliest memory” he saidhe sat across the desk from mewhy was i here?was he trying to help me?i noticed the box of tissues on his deskhe waited“i don’t know, brushing my teeth,”i said“no, not this morning”sighed my therapist

Black and white... grainy, an afterimage like an old tv screen. A smaller screen near the door, its flickering pictures since sharpened by fame. The rest - desks, chairs, blackboard, teachers, schoolmates - blurred by time.

In a darkened schoolroom on one world, we watch a man step onto another.

I tried to find a different meaning in "Earliest Memory," and thought about how involved "memory" is with computers now ...

The machine could store 64 kilobytes' worth of information. Wow, we said. Back then, we could not imagine needing more memory than that. It was a fancy gadget, a luxury. It took work to use. Back then, it was enough.